I open my eyes slowly and it already day. I am confused until the events of yesterday come flashing back. I slept at Ethan's house. I search for my phone and found it on the nightstand. I look at the screen and I have missed calls and text. 

Alex called me. I quickly call her back. 

˝ Hi, Alex I am so sorry I didn't report my absence today. I was having a fever yesterday and I must have fallen asleep before I could text you.˝ I say really nervous about not calling in sick.

˝ Oh, it is okay, just glad you are okay. Take as many days you need,˝ She says and we leave it at that.

I must say I am feeling a lot better than I look around and I am alone. I decide I need to get going.  

I get out of bed trying to find my clothes but there are not here. So I guess I will just leave in these ones and get them back to Ethan. I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I look pale and my eyes are red. Not the best look. I splash some water on my face and go back to the bedroom. 

My eyes land on Ethan who is standing in the middle of the room with short pants which show of his prosthetic leg.  

˝ Hi,˝ I say and my voice comes out all rugged.

˝How are you feeling?˝ He asks me as he is walking towards me.

˝ A lot better, thank you!˝ I say and then his hand lands on my forehead.

˝ You still feel a little feverish but not as bad as yesterday, ˝ he says as his arms fall next to his body.

˝ I will be going now. I really appreciate everything you did for me!˝ I say and do really mean it. If I had gone home in that weather and I would probably not taken any medication.

˝You should eat something before you go,˝ is all he says and heads out of the room. I follow him and he leads me to the kitchen.

There are made toast and fresh orange juice. 

˝ I really shouldn't....˝ I try not to overstay my welcome. ˝ Just sit down and eat,˝ he says and I do that. I really am hungry. 

˝Where is Mabel?˝ I say while taking a bite.

˝She went to the store.˝ He says and I just nod. 

˝Shouldn't you be back at the rehabilitation centre?˝ I ask him.

˝I should,˝ he smirks at me. So he is ditching his therapy. 

˝You shouldn't do that,˝ I say not looking at him.

˝Who is gonna stop me?˝ he raises an eyebrow at me.

˝Well no one is going to stop you but it is good for you and that why you should do therapy.˝ I say nibbling on my toast. 

˝I couldn't just leave you here alone,˝  he says and my heart stops. Did he cared, or was just afraid to leave me alone at his house.

˝oh˝ is all I manage to get out of me.

As I finish my toast I get up. ˝ I will get going now,˝ I tell him and head towards the door. 

˝ I will drive you home,˝ He says. And I give him a strange look and my head is prone to one side.

˝But you...˝ I try to make a sentence. ˝I just need one good leg to drive an automatic˝ he says and rolls his eyes. 

I haven't thought about this. He can drive a car just normal yea. 

˝So why didn't you offer to drive me home yesterday?˝ I say pulling my eyebrows together.

˝I didn't feel like driving you yesterday,˝ he winks at me.

I get in his car and he gets on his side. ˝where to ?˝ he asks and I give him my address. 

As we are driving he is looking at the road and I just can't help myself and look at him. He looks so relax and even his messy hair looks good. 

˝Will you be at the RC tomorrow?˝ I ask him.

˝Do you want me to be?˝ he smirks at me.

˝Yea I do.˝I say looking down at my legs.

˝Than I will be,˝ he says as he offers me a smile. And I feel a small blush stain my cheeks.

When did he get to be so nice? I think to myself. 

We pull onto my driveway and I look at Ethan. ˝Thank you again for everything!˝ and I start to climb out of the car.

˝ Will, you be okay? Take some rest today,˝ he says and my lips break into a small smile.

˝ I will be fine thank you,˝ I say

˝If you need anything call me, I put my number into your phone,˝ he says as I close the door. I look at him, he winks and then drives away. 

I pull out my phone and loot at the contact list and there it is Ethan. He cares. 

Ethan's POV 

As I drive away I think back to yesterday. 

When I saw Emily at my house I couldn't believe it. She is everywhere. 

But I soon notice that she didn't look okay. She was pale and looked tired. 

When she collapsed I knew I wouldn't let her go home today. I don't know when but she started to grow on me. 

She insisted to go home but I refused. I don't want her going home like this, she could get hurt on the way or at home. 

She thinks I didn't pick up on her bruises. I gather as much that she got them at home. She always says it is nothing but every time I see her hurt an unfamiliar feeling washes over me. Like I want to beat the crap out the one that hurts her.

She is such a good person I don't understand why someone thinks it is okay to beat the crap out of her. 

She is so stubborn. If she had taken the pills sooner yesterday she probably wouldn't even have a fever today. 

When I saw her lying in my bed and in my clothes yesterday I just had this feeling of protecting her. 

And today leaving her here at her house I didn't want to do that. I don't know what goes on behind those doors. But I will find out.